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General Jaina Solo took a moment to check herself out in the mirror
of her ready room. She was wearing a
crisp Galactic Alliance Starfighter Command duty
uniform. It was black, with flight-suit
orange accents. Underneath that she was
wearing a black bodysuit. The bodysuit
was armored, and would serve as a vac-suit in an
emergency. Her brown hair was cut short,
just a few centimeters long.

Glossy black
knee boots with chunky ten centimeter high heels were on Jaina’s
feet. The heels gave her an extra bit of
height among her subordinates. A six
centimeter wide silver durasteel chrono
cuff was maglocked around her left wrist, with a
matching comlink around her right one. Both were barely visible underneath the
sleeves of her tunic.

The top of
her bodysuit ended in a high, stiff, glossy black collar. While Jaina had
worn a collar for various fetish reasons over the years, the primary purpose of
this one was to function as part of her vac-suit. The fact that it helped hide the large acid
burn on the left side of her neck had also factored into her decision to wear
this style of protective bodysuit. She had chosen glossy black PVC for the look
though; and because it matched her boots.

The acid burns
extended from the left side of her chin  where a large one was partially visible
above her collar  down the left side of her torso, to midway down her thigh. Splotches extended down most of her left arm to
the back of her hand  where one was also visible past her chrono  and
the outside of her left breast.

The acid was
specifically engineered to be resistant to bacta. She had gotten the injury in a fight with a Sith Lord and Saber the previous year. Neither of them had survived.

Jaina's right eye was covered with a glossy black
PVC patch. She had lost it in a fight
with another Sith Lord just a couple of months
ago. He hadn't survived either.

Besides the
large acid burns and missing eye, Jaina had an
assortment of smaller scars that hadn't been bad enough to get bacta treatment for.
A small cut above her missing eye.
A long scar ran from the point of her right elbow, to the thumb side of
her wrist, disappearing underneath her comlink. There was a puncture wound through her left
palm where she had stopped the tip of a shikkar.

She had a
jagged scar from the right side of her ribcage down to just below her belly
button. She had several more obvious
ones on each leg, and a couple on her back. Most of the time other
people had needed the bacta a lot worse, so Jaina had often refused even a bacta
patch.

Amazingly, Jaina still had both hands and feet. Lightsaber battles
often tended to cause them to come up missing on the participants.

A lot of Sith  and
Jedi  and her friends, hadn't survived the last two and a half years. Mom. Uncle Luke.
Master Cilghal. Zekk. Jag. Wedge. Still, there were several hundred Sith out there, and most of them
were in the fleet they were about to attack.

Jaina took a deep breath, and strode out into
the Rejuvenator-class Star
Destroyer's hangar.

"General Solo,"
Captain Hikks, her aide, greeted her as she stepped
through the hatchway.

There were
six squadrons of X-wings arrayed in the hangar.
Not only was she in charge of these seventy-two starfighters,
she had another fifty-five squadrons under her command, spread out on other
ships in this part of the fleet.

"Captain," Jaina replied with a nod.
"Status update?"

"All squadrons report they are at full strength, and ready for
combat, Ma'am," Captain Hikks answered with a
nod. "And Admiral Daala
would like you to contact her at your earliest convenience."

"Of course," Jaina responded with a nod.
She still couldn't believe she was on the same side as Natasi Daala.

When the
former Imperial Admiral and Galactic Alliance Chief of State had found out the Sith were back though, she had
quickly organized her fleet, and pledged her allegiance to Admiral Bwua'tu. She still
wasn't a great tactician, but she fought hard.

Jaina stepped over to the holocom suite and activated the holoprojector. A moment later, Admiral Daala
appeared. While both Jaina
and Admiral Daala held flag rank, the Admiral did
outrank Jaina.

"Admiral," Jaina greeted her with professional nod  as much as her
collar would allow her. "My squadrons
are standing by."

"Excellent, General," Admiral Daala replied. "Admirals Bwua'tu, Darklighter, and Makin's, General Phennir's,
Queen Mother Tenel Ka, and Moffs
Garreter and Sarreti's
fleets are ready as well. Master Durron and the Jedi are also prepared to strike. We will follow Moff
Garreter's fleet, as we've planned."

"Yes, Ma'am,"
Jaina replied obediently.

Before Admiral
Daala could reply, her aide, Jedi Ta'tan'ia, who was also an Ensign in the Galactic
Alliance Navy, handed her a datapad. While Admiral Daala
was looking it over, Ta'tan'ia
glanced towards Jaina, and gave her a brief nod. Her ever-present cheerful smile was on her
face, and her permanent beskar collar was around her
neck. Jaina
smiled and nodded back as Admiral Daala scanned the datapad.

The combined Galactic
Alliance-Confederation-Hapan-Imperial worlds vastly
outnumbered the Sith-Imperial-Mandalorian
worlds, even though some worlds had defected from the Galactic Alliance and
Confederation to the Sith
side. The main thing that had kept the Sith going so long was that there
were a lot more actual Sith than Jedi.

For this
battle though, the GACHI fleet outnumbered the SIM fleet nearly
three-to-one. There were also nearly
three-quarters as many Jedi in the GACHI fleet as Sith in the SIM fleet.

Admiral Daala handed the datapad back to Ta'tan'ia, and nodded her head in
approval. Then she turned her attention
back to Jaina.

"General
Solo, we'll be engaging the enemy in twenty-eight minutes. I look forward to celebrating our victory
after the battle," she said.

Jaina found herself nodding her head  as
much as her collar would allow her  in agreement. "As do I, Admiral," she answered.

While Jaina certainly didn't consider Admiral Daala
a friend, she supposed they did have some things in common now  besides the fact
that they both were missing an eye.
Victory would certainly put them both in an amicable mood.

Less than
half-an-hour later, Moff Garreter's
fleet entered hyperspace. Admiral Daala's was right behind them. The rest of the GACHI fleet was staged in
separate locations, and would be jumping into battle in a coordinated
attack. In addition, Admiral Bwua'tu had staged smaller fleets in the most likely places
the SIM fleets would jump when they retreated.

While Jaina was still an absolutely lethal pilot, she would be
managing her starfighter forces from the flight ops
center on board Admiral Daala's flagship, the Chimaera II.
The original Chimaera had
finally been destroyed early on in the war.
Admiral Bwua'tu had assigned Admiral Daala a brand new Rejuvenator-class
Star Destroyer, which she had promptly named Chimaera II.

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Jaina felt the ship shudder from a direct turbolaser hit. Luckily
there hadn't been many. Admiral Daala had been doing a pretty decent job of leading her
fleet.

"General Solo, we've lost two more cruisers to shadow bombs!" Captain
Hikks shouted over the alarms and other sounds of a flight
ops center in the middle of a battle.

Jaina muttered a curse. She hated losing so many capital ships, even
if a lot of the enemy fighters were being piloted by Sith. Instead
of commanding their capital ships, it seemed like every Sith was in a starfighter
full of shadow bombs. They had already
taken out nearly a dozen Imperial ships, and several of Admiral Daala's. Jaina had also lost an obscene number of starfighters.

Now certainly
wasn't the time to place blame, but Moff Garreter's fleet had been torn to shreds inside of thirty minutes. Admiral Bwua'tu had sent reinforcements, but they were still taking
a pounding. They just couldn't stop
those kriffing shadow bombs. Overall, the battle was going very well, but
not as well as they had expected.

With Sith-piloted starfighters making
seemingly random runs in ones and twos on capital ships, it was impossible for
the GACHI battle computers to come up with a coordinated counterattack.

Captain Hikks had already voiced her displeasure with the situation
several times. Jaina
activated her wrist comm, and contacted Admiral Daala. She spoke to
her a few moments, and deactivated the link.
Then she turned to Colonel Barro, her
second-in-command, and turned command of the flight ops center over to him.

"Captain, have
my fighter prepped for takeoff," Jaina instructed her
aide, Captain Hikks, as she turned and marched
towards the hangar  and her X-wing. "I'll
have to destroy them ship-to-ship."

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Jaina watched her quad-linked lasers
puncture the Sith's X-wing,
just behind the cockpit. As she watched
it explode  and for the Sith
ejecting  she also kept her eyes on her HUD for another target. There weren't any close enough to worry
about.

There was a
fighter tagged friendly nearby though.
Not only was Rogue Leader friendly, she was a friend. Jaina activated her
comlink to contact her.

"Sword to
Rogue Leader," Jaina called once the link was made.

"General
Solo, I'm glad you're still with us," Rogue Leader replied.

"You to,
Colonel Antilles," Jaina replied as she continued to
watch her HUD and other instruments, and listen to the Force. "I'm sorry about Myri
... and your Dad."

While the Galactic
Alliance-Confederation-Hapan-Imperial fleet had taken
some significant loses, the Sith-Imperial-Mandalorian fleet had been crushed. Jaina estimated
almost three-quarters of their ships were destroyed or disabled. The survivors were retreating, and trying to
get far enough away from the Alliance's Interdictors to enter hyperspace. Admiral Bwua'tu and
the other GACHI fleet commanders were making them pay a steep price though.

"We've got to
keep our boot on their necks," Jaina said resolutely. "Until every last Sith is dead."

Before Syal could reply, Jaina's astromech began scrolling orders from Admiral Bwua'tu across her screen.
He was ordering Admiral Daala's, Makin's, and
the Hapan fleets to accompany his ships in pursuing
the retreating SIM fleets. The other
GACHI fleets, as well as the disabled ships, would be staying behind to finish
off the SIMs here. The orders included
each fleet's starfighter squadrons.

Jaina immediately began contacting her
squadron commanders, repeating the order.
While she was doing that, her astromech was receiving
the jump coordinates from the Chimaera II. Some units were already starting to make
their jumps.

Out of the
seven hundred and thirty two starfighters under Jaina's command, approximately two-thirds of them were
still in the fight. She ordered them to
form up as best they could, and jump with a capital ship if possible.

A few moments
later, Jaina, and Syal were
part of a mixed group of about thirty starfighters. They jumped with a Nebula-class Star Destroyer and a Republic-class cruiser.

When they
exited hyperspace Jaina's HUD immediately began
identifying threats. There was a fleet
of about fifteen GACHI ships engaging approximately twenty or so SIM ships. Admiral Daala's
flagship, the Chimaera,
was among the GACHI ships. Almost as quickly
as she assessed the situation, two friendly Bothan
Assault Cruisers and a Galactic-class
battle carrier jumped in, accompanied by about three squadrons of snubfighters.

The SIM fleet
was definitely taking the worst of it.
They were doing their best to separate themselves from the GACHI ships,
to retreat again.

Jaina reached out with the Force to sense
any Sith, or immediate
danger. There were at least eight or ten
Sith among the SIM
ships. She also sensed about as many
Jedi among the GACHI fleet.

Jaina quickly spotted a pair of Sith in X-wings making a run on the Chimaera, and set course to intercept them. Her temporary wingmate,
Syal, was right behind her. Two friendly Eta-5 interceptors accompanied
them as well.

The
Sith
evaded the Chimaera's
gunners and each dropped a pair of shadow bombs. Jaina watched the
ship's shields weaken as the first pair of shadow bombs exploded against
them. Then she sensed Ta'tan'ia's relief as the Chimaera's gunners destroyed both of the second pair.

Before they
reached the Sith, Jaina and
Syal's wingmates split off
to go after more enemy starfighters that were
attacking them. Jaina
and Syal caught up with the Sith
X-wings before they could make another pass on the Chimaera. The
Sith changed course to meet them head-to-head.

Both sides
held their fire until they were just over a kilometer apart. Jaina and Syal both concentrated their fire on the lead Sith, while both Sith aimed for Jaina.

All four
pilots were extremely skilled. In spite
of her best efforts, Jaina's shields took multiple
hits. She and Syal
both did quite a bit of damage to the lead Sith though.
At the last instant before the two sides passed each other, Jaina switched targets and fired a torpedo point-blank at
the second Sith fighter.

Through the
Force and her HUD, Jaina knew he had survived the
torpedo. She quickly pulled her stick back
hard to get the Sith in her
crosshairs again. Syal
was doing the same just behind her. Jaina glanced at her HUD to track the Sith, and any other threats. Mid-way through her loop, the trailing Sith starfighter
winked out of existence.

"Scratch one Sith," Jysella
Horn announced over the comlink.

"Thanks, Rogue Nine," Jaina replied
with a slight smile.

"Thanks,"
Syal  Rogue Leader, added from her own X-wing.

As Jaina watched her HUD, the other Sith broke off its attack on the Chimaera. A few seconds
later, she saw that he was flying towards a Hapan Nova-class cruiser. Jaina, Syal, Jysella, and her wingmate had changed course to go after him. Before they could catch up to it, a pair of Mandalorian fighters locked onto them. Syal and Jysella's wingmate split off to
deal with the Mandos while the two Jedi stayed on the
Sith.

The two Jedi
began firing at extreme range, just so the Sith couldn't aim his shadow bombs. Several seconds later, Jaina
sensed him release them, and he veered sharply off to port.

"I've got 'em," Jysella said quickly over
the comm.

Jaina clicked an acknowledgement, and went
after the Sith. She could feel his ... evilness through the
Force. He felt like a medium-powerful
Saber. Since she was behind him when he
turned, she caught up with him in seconds, and began pouring laser fire into
his shields.

The
Sith
juked and evaded, but Jaina
doggedly kept him in her crosshairs, firing away. At the same time, she relied on the Force  and
her HUD  to alert her of any imminent danger.

Nearly a
minute later, Jaina's lasers blew his starboard
engines off the X-wings fuselage. His
port engines immediately sent the snubfighter into a
spin. Jaina
fired another quad-linked laser burst straight at his cockpit. Just as her lasers hit, the Sith ejected.

He was a
split-second too late. As he ejected,
one of her lasers vaporized the lower half of his body.

Jaina immediately
checked her HUD for another target. Syal and her wingmate were still
dealing with the Mando fighters. Jaina quickly
changed course to assist. She also
noticed that Jysella was on an intercept course as
well.

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General Solo
sat her X-wing down on the hanger deck with a sigh of relief. After two and a half years, they had finally
destroyed the last major SIM fleet. They
had also killed over a hundred Sith. The war wasn't over, but she could see the end
from where she was at.

Jaina sat in her cockpit a few moments, and
let the feeling of exultation from everyone else in the hangar wash over her
through the Force. In just a few
seconds, one of the crewmembers had pushed a ladder against the side of her
X-wing. She opened the cockpit, stepped
over onto the ladder, and down onto the deck.
Everyone was so busy celebrating their victory, only a handful even
noticed her. It was just the way she
liked it. She didn't want glory, she
just wanted victory.

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